"What could make him really massacre the Fu family's army?!" Ruan Mi was not a talkative person, so her emotions rarely leaked out, but today she was obviously angry.
Wen Qingzhu thought of Jiang Yuanhan's last words that night. She met Ruan Mi's eyes and asked, "What if the emperor doesn't want to be the emperor?"
"You, what did you say?" Ruan Mi was startled, feeling that Wen Qingzhu had said the wrong thing.
Standing up and walking to the door, Wen Qingzhu looked at the sky inside the towering city wall and said, "The emperor never wanted to be this emperor. It was us who pushed him up."
Ruan Mi walked up to her and said solemnly: "He is from the Jiang family, and this is his responsibility."
Wen Qingzhu looked at him sideways, smiled, and didn't say much.
She believed that Ruan Mi could understand the following words without saying anything else.
After two days of recovery, Wen Qingzhu's mood improved a lot.
The teacher's body would arrive in the capital in three days. She always stood at the door of Huaqing Palace, looking at the entrance and exit of the palace.
That evening, Lu Tao came over to report.
"Princess, Ye Qian captured the head of Pingshu County. She failed to assassinate the emperor and was imprisoned in the dungeon."
Wen Qingzhu was silent for a moment, then asked Lu Tao to take her to the dungeon.
When she saw Liang Pingshu, she said directly: "You can't kill the emperor."
"Yes, I can't kill him." Liang Pingshu sat on the bed, leaning slumped against the wall, her eyes looking at nowhere.
Under Lu Tao's instructions, the secret guard opened the door. Wen Qingzhu walked in, sat next to her and said, "You can't go on like this. You don't care about yourself, but the old man, the eldest princess, and Mr. Liang, you really don't care about yourself." Don’t you care?”
Liang Pingshu was touched, and her dilated pupils slowly focused. She turned around, looked into Wen Qingzhu's eyes, and suddenly said, "You have a resurrection pill, right?"
"This is useless." Wen Qingzhu frowned, how come Liang Pingshu also knew this.
At this moment, Liang Pingshu's eyes lit up. She grabbed Wen Qingzhu's arm and said firmly: "You can do it, Lu Lei! Just use the Resurrection Pill!"
Wen Qingzhu wanted to pry her hand away, but Liang Pingshu's strength was surprisingly strong. After struggling in vain, she could only explain patiently: "There is absolutely no such thing as a resurrection pill in this world. Everyone is dead, how can they survive?" ?”
"Yes! Since this thing exists, it can definitely save Lu Lei, Qingzhu! Can you help me, help me?" Seeing that she still refused to let go, Liang Pingshu started to play the warmth card.
The more she behaved like this, the more Wen Qingzhu felt that she could not let her go on like this, so he asked: "If there is really a resurrection pill in the world, why is Princess Qingyun not resurrected?"
Sure enough, Liang Pingshu was stunned, her eyes froze for a while, and she said extremely paranoid: "There must be some conditions! Princess Qingyun may not meet that condition at all! But Lu Lei is different! Lu Lei is definitely different, he It will definitely be resurrected!”
Having said that, it was useless for Wen Qingzhu to say more. She quietly waited for Liang Pingshu to calm down.
Finally, Liang Pingshu let go, and Wen Qingzhu stood up and left.
She had just taken a few steps when Liang Pingshu's voice sounded again behind her: "Have you really never thought about using this resurrection pill to resurrect anyone?"
Wen Qingzhu paused, and the first person who came to mind was the teacher.
Once this idea emerged, it spread quickly like ink dripping into a glass of water.
Clenching his hands, Wen Qingzhu finally suppressed this thought and continued to move forward.
Unexpectedly, Liang Pingshu's voice sounded faintly again: "If the person who died was Fu Lie, would you use the resurrection pill?"
Wen Qingzhu's body froze, and she couldn't answer at all.
Because she was also asking herself, if Fu Lie really died, would she use the resurrection pill
A glimmer of hope, and hope.
Before he could speak, Liang Pingshu smiled sadly: "If it were Fu Lie, you would definitely do it, but this time it's your teacher and Fu Lie's teacher. He shouldn't have died, but you are hesitating."
Her body moved slightly, and she slowly turned around, looked at Liang Pingshu and said, "I'm not hesitating, but I'm thinking whether the despair will be greater after knowing that everything is in vain."
"Is it in vain? Is it in vain in your eyes?!" Liang Pingshu's eyes were full of ridicule and she simply turned away.
Wen Qingzhu closed his eyes and then said, "Do you really want to use this method to save Lu Lei?"
"Of course!" Liang Pingshu stood up. She could see that Wen Qingzhu's expression had made up his mind.
"Then you have to wait three days. When the teacher's body comes back, I will take you there. But in the end, if everything does not go as expected, I just hope you can survive."
After saying that, Wen Qingzhu turned and left.
Lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
She got up and walked to the dresser and took out the box from the drawer.
Duan stopped her that day and said that Pei Yi told him that only he could open the box.
It seems that we are going to Medicine God Valley.
What is the purpose of the news Pei Yi released and the commotion it caused
Three days later, Wen Qingzhu, dressed in mourning clothes, went out of the city to meet his teacher.
The sky is dark, and the coming summer makes people feel breathless due to the sweltering heat.
According to the estimated time, a group of Sen Leng Cavalry appeared in the distance. They were wearing black armor, with white cloth belts on their arms, and slowly appeared carrying a coffin.
When they arrived at the city gate, the coffin stopped. Everyone saluted Wen Qingzhu. She raised her hand and walked slowly to the coffin.
The person carrying the tablet was a young man whom Wen Qingzhu had seen before. He was Ding Yinzhi's schoolboy.
"Sir, this is Mr. Ji." The book boy's eyes were very red, crying simply for Ji Shang.
To be precise, all the people in Dingyuan and Yunzhou tied white cloth for Mr. Ji.
He was a scholar with no martial arts skills, but he withstood thousands of foreign armies.
Wen Qingzhu burst into tears, stretched out his hand to take the scholar's tablet, and said to him: "The teacher has no children. I am his child, so is Fu Lie, and so are you. Follow me into the city."
Holding the tablet in one hand and holding the book boy in the other, Wen Qingzhu led the spirit-sending army into the city.
Ji Shang's story has already spread to the streets and alleys. Although the people in the capital are not as immersive as the people in Dingyuan Yunzhou, Mr. Ji's talent and reputation have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Now he was able to resist thousands of troops by himself, causing all the people along the street to kneel down.
Ji Shang's name is destined to be recorded in the annals of history.
The people of the Ji family were already prepared. Although they looked ordinary under Ji Shang's light, when Ji Shang's body was delivered, everyone discovered that the Ji family was still the Ji family a hundred years ago.
The character of a scholar and a scholarly family were completely revealed at this moment.
Each Ji family member did not cry loudly like ordinary people, but each wrote a eulogy.
No matter men, women, old or young, every one of them would come forward and recite it themselves, one copy would be placed in the Ji family for keeping, and the other would be burned to Ji Shang.
In the imperial court, all the civil and military officials were shocked.
Whether it is the mourning rules of the elders or the tender true feelings of the younger generation, everyone understands that although there is only one Ji Shang in the Ji family, the spirit of the Ji family will always be engraved in everyone's mind.
This kind of background made Wei Ziying and Fu Xuan, who came to watch the ceremony, feel insignificant.
Their Wei family and their Fu family were once extremely prosperous.
Only the Ji family has never produced a powerful official, but it has produced seven great scholars.
The youngest Ji Shang should have surpassed the six ancestors.
But he left his blood at the border.
Fu Xuan once thought that the Ji family was old-fashioned and decadent and only knew how to study. After the funeral, his arrogance was completely shattered.
"The Ji family is indeed the Ji family." Fu Xuan was convinced, looking at each member of the Ji family with emotion, "It turns out that this is the Ji family that has been in the past thousand years, and has survived three dynasties without falling."
Pei Yu restrained his arrogance for the first time: "Ji Shang's death will only add a rich and colorful touch to the Ji family's family letters. It is not much worse than the other ancestors of the Ji family."
The two people looked at each other and saw envy in each other's eyes.
This kind of indifference, neither arrogant nor impetuous, is reflected in every face of the Ji family.
The Ji family is different from the rest of the world. Both men and women in their family can study and go to school together. There is no difference.
Suddenly, Fu Xuan asked: "I remember that when you were first admitted to the Juren Examination, you seemed to have received guidance from a famous teacher. Couldn't that famous teacher be someone from the Ji family?"
Pei Yi smiled indifferently, looked at a certain old man sitting in the elders' seat of the Ji family and said, "Yes, it's just a pity that the temptation of power is too great. I prefer exercising power over learning."
Fu Xuan looked at the old man and saw that he knew the old man. When he was young, the Ji family seemed to be in decline. His father took him to visit this old man from the Ji family. He was very unhappy.
As soon as they met, Fu Xuan was attracted by the temperament of Mr. Ji's family. From his current perspective, what he said was clearly quoted from scriptures, but he spoke in a profound and simple way.
He understood it as soon as he heard it and admired it very much. He decided to accept the old gentleman as his teacher.
Unexpectedly, the old man rejected his father's request and said: "This child has a high talent for reading, but a big heart. He is not suitable for studying in the Ji family."
That was Fu Xuan's first setback. The Fu family, which was originally a family of poets and writers, was obviously more prominent than the Ji family, but his father wanted to take him to study in the Ji family, but he was still looked down upon.
The young Fu Xuan remembered the Ji family in his heart until the Fu family reached its peak in his hands and then declined rapidly.
Now that he heard that Pei Yu had received guidance from the old gentleman, Fu Xuan was very unconvinced.
This emotion was naturally seen by Pei Yu, and he couldn't help but smile: "As expected, you think very highly of yourself. This is the difference between you and me. Meeting the old gentleman is the greatest luck in my life. It's a pity that I failed him." he."
After a long silence, Fu Xuan suddenly said: "Actually, it doesn't count. At least you have learned something. Although Pei Yi is excellent, you have also cultivated a unique Pei Zhixuan. In terms of equality between men and women, you still got the true inheritance of the Ji family. .”
"What? Do you regret it? Fu Guiren has entered the palace now. Although she is not a queen, she has gained the trust of the emperor and queen. Compared with other girls in the Pei family, she is still better." Pei Yu looked like he was comforting Fu Xuan was actually still proud of Pei Zhixuan.
Fu Jue is indeed good, but compared to Pei Zhixuan, there is a big difference.
These words successfully angered Fu Xuan. It was not that he wanted to quarrel, but that he felt that Pei Yu was as annoying as ever.
Just as he was about to speak, a person suddenly stopped in front of him.
"Mr. Fu and Mr. Pei seem to be in good spirits." Wen Qingzhu looked at them with a smile.
She also heard a little bit of their conversation just now.
The two men immediately calmed down their expressions, saluted respectfully, and said no more words.
It's a pity that Wen Qingzhu didn't intend to let them go, especially Pei Yu, who actually got advice from the delinquent family.
"If you two are free, why don't you come with me to sit in the side courtyard?" Wen Qingzhu issued a sincere invitation.
Fu Xuan wanted to refuse, but Pei Yu refused to go there first.
But facing the power in Wen Qingzhu's hands, the two of them could only follow him quietly.
Not long after they left, a young man next to the old Mr. Ji asked curiously: "Who is that lady? Why do Uncle Fu and Senior Brother Pei obey her so much?"
The old man Gu Xi looked at Wen Qingzhu's back, which had not completely disappeared, and said meaningfully: "She is the student that your Uncle Ji Shang is most worried about."